Marc sighed as
he tiredly sat down on the ramp of the Nerf Herder
inside of the hangar on Esseles, a layer of grime
and sweat covering his exhausted facial features. It
seemed like forever since he had seen Sophia, having
been told by his 'employers' that they would kill
her unless he took on a series of more difficult
missions. Twice they had told him she was dead, only
to laugh in his face and tell them they were kidding
as he wept uncontrollably in the corner. He had only
just returned from a particularly dangerous
assignment to Malastare where he nearly lost his
life, and without given the opportunity to rest, or
even shower, he had been told he would receive a new
partner to head off on an even more dangerous
mission. Before Sophia it had been years since he
worked with someone, and he had worked with no one
since. As he rested against the bulkhead of the
ship, he rested his forehead in the palm of his
hand, allowing his eyes to close as he tried to get
some much needed rest while he waited for his
against the ground as she moved. She was already in
a bad mood. Her first day of rest was today and she
was tired, and anxious. A new partner? Why? What the
hell was the point? She brought that cancer stick to
rest between her lips as she fumbled through the
pack to find her hidden lighter. A flick of the
thumb and soft glow and she suck in a soft breath of
disease then gently let it out letting the nicotine
fill her body. She sighed, reaching up and pulling
the stick from her lips. A soft breeze from her lips
as she smoke left in twirls before she rounded the
corner and looked up. She froze. She'd done good at
not showing emotions...but now... Marc..? That
was...really him...he looked...tired. She just stood
there, the cig dropping from her hand to the ground
and soon after the lighter clanked to the ground as
clank he looked up, his eyes immediately locking on
to the smokey female presence across the hangar. He
tensed for a moment, trying to swallow but he could
not muster any saliva. Slowly his eyes blinked as he
looked to her, not wanting to believe what he was
seeing. Perhaps it was just a trick ... a
holographic image, a clone, a replica droid. Letting
out a tired groan he used the support beam of the
ramp to lift himself up off the ground so he could
more closely examine her. His body trembled
slightly, his lower lip quivering. His nostrils
flare and he could easily make out her scent ... it
instantly reminded him of her and a small smile
slowly worked its way onto his soiled face.
"You look like
hell..."...But she was already moving. Cig's
forgotten, lighter still on the ground. He looked
like he was falling apart and it ached her heart to
see it. So many days, months have gone by and
mission after mission hoping he would show up and
save her ass like usual and here he was, falling
apart. She was never told he was dead, no.. she was
told he had gone with someone else, with more
experience..age..better looking and suited for his
needs... She moved, and kept moving until she was
mere inches from him, stopping just in front of him.
"Is it really
you?" Marc asked, tilting his head slightly as he
carefully examined her facial features. His right
hand moved up slowly, caressing her left cheek and
brushing a few disheveled strands of hair away so he
could get a better look. His face moved forward, his
nose hovering against her ear as he inhaled deeply.
Letting out a tired sigh he slid forward, almost
falling against her as his arms tightly wrapped
against her. Slowly his head turned, placing a soft,
weak kiss below the ear.
She was stiff
against him at first. She had been caught with
emotion once, and that started those evil women's
fun time in keeping them apart. But having him
against her, truly feeling his weight against her
and his arms around her... She slowly wrapped her
arms around him and buried her face into the crook
of his neck. "Oh Marc...what have they done to
you...you seem so weary.." She sighed against his
neck and suddenly her grip on him tightened and her
voice was soft, breaking gently as if she were
holding back. "I've missed you."
The moment had
passed and Marc immediately pulled back, waiting for
the other shoe to drop. Surely their employers could
not let them enjoy such a tender moment, without
there being a catch. "G-g-get on the ship..." he
said nervously, tiredly stuttering the words as he
looked past her into the darkness beyond. He
swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his
throat, as his hands curled into nervous fists. He
was unaware that lately his fatigued performance
left much to be desired, and it was hoped their
repairing might reinvigorate him and produce better
glanced back behind her then back to him. "You're
going to worry yourself to death." She reached out
her hands and took one of his. She moved slowly,
though...with a bit more pep in her step and took
him with her up the ramp and into the ship, from
memory reaching out and whacking whatever needed to
be whacked to close the ramp. She let go of his
hand, then moved to sit in the pilot's chair. He
looked so stressed, she wanted to get him out of
here ... to take care of him... Damn just to hold
Over the years
Marc had developed a severe case of paranoia,
something that he attributed to his longevity in his
career in his profession. As the hatch closed he let
out a slightly relaxed sigh, moving to the cockpit
and reacting in surprise when he saw her in the
pilot's seat. "...you remember how to fly this
thing?" he asked with genuine concern as he sat in
the co-pilot's chair and strapped himself in, his
eyes nervously moving towards her.
"How could I
forget?" She looked towards him, almost offended,
before a smile curled to her lips then. Her smile
brightened suddenly remembering who she was smiling
at. She turned back and began moving like a well
oiled machine. She remembered everything, and was
even a better pilot since being on her own. For now,
she ignored him as she focused on the fact of take
off and breaking atmosphere to geth them the hell
out of there.
Once the Nerf
Herder entered the atmosphere Marc quickly moved his
hand to activate the autopilot and then unstrap
himself. He was exhausted, and struggled to stand,
but the relief of having her back had already begun
to ease most of his tensions. He staggered back to
the compartment, almost collapsing onto his bunk,
trembling slightly as the effects of the past
several months had traumatized him.
waited...then slowly unstrapped herself and moved
towards him. Licking her lips slowly she moved to
slide in and sit next to him on his bunk. Her hand
reached out and fingers gently stroked his cheek
before moving to his shoulder then down his arm. "Oh
Marc..." And suddenly... A tear slipped down her
cheek and she seemed with a soft whimper to catch
herself fighting back tears.
softly when he felt her hand across the face, the
first time in what felt like forever. He wanted to
reach up for her, but the exhaustion was
overwhelming and his battered body was trembling
against the cheap cot he lay upon. "Sophia..." he
murmured softly as his eyes softly closed, feeling
safe and protected once again. He tried to open his
eyes, but the strength was not nearly there and he
only managed to squint tiredly at her.
Marc...Sleep. I'll watch over you..." She moved
though so that she could lay next to him. She moved
one arm over his stomach and hand to rest on his
chest over his heart. Her other arm was beneath her
head while her hand moved to play in his hand
gently. She leaned in a bit and kissed his cheek,
but her body rested against the length of him,
whispering softly. "I'll never let them take me away
the Nerf Herder's communication system activated,
indicating there was an incoming transmission. "Huh.
What?" Marc groaned as he woke up, his arm still
wrapped around Sophia as the transport moved through
hyperspace. He grunted, pushing the smaller woman
aside as he moved towards the cockpit, still
staggering to get his legs beneath him. As he made
his way to the cockpit he slammed his hand down upon
the comlink and mumbled, "Transmit." There were only
a handful of individuals in the galaxy who had his
contact information and whenever he received a
transmission, he knew it was important.
lightly when she got pushed out of the way. Rolling
onto her wise with a soft mumbling here and there
before she finally reached her hands up and rubbed
her eyes gently then slowly sat up. "What's going
on?" She stood, stretching before she yawned lightly
and moved to stand behind his chair.
The voice of
Duchess Livia Rodney crackled through the small
communications unit on the ship as she stood in her
Castle on the other side of the Galactic Core.
"Marcus?" she asked, the transmission not coming in
very clearly. The man's tone of voice seemed gravely
serious to her, more so than she was used to in her
disappointment of a youngest child.
swallowed, his right index finger moving to his lips
to instruct Sophia to be quiet as he turned his
attention to the comlink. "Mother?" he repeated
cautiously, his voice losing its serious tone.
"Mother is everything alright?" he asked as his hand
moved to the control panel in a vain attempt to
boost the signal.
went wide. Mother? He'd spoken of his family and
only in context with why he was connected with the
witches, but nothing more. She mouthed the word
mother, but didn't speak out loud. Why would she?
Boy would that stir up some questions, eh? Instead
she crossed her arms on the back of the pilot chair
and rested her chin on it...waiting.
for a moment as she considered the best words to
use. She did not like to have serious conversations
over a comlink, especially when the signal strength
was of such a poor quality. Little did she know that
the signal quality was being reduced because it was
being intercepted by Marcus' employers on Esseles.
"You must come home immediately," she instructed
him, without going into any additional details.
letting out a deep sigh as she considered his
mother's words. It must have been important. "...I
am on my way," he said after just a moment,
deactivating the transmission almost immediately
thereafter. The signal degradation worried him that
an outside force might be at work. His attention
then turned quickly towards the navigational
computer to find out exactly where they were.
A slender brow rose as she watched him before she
slid over and into the co-pilots seat. She bit her
lower lip. "I don't have a good feeling about this."
She had no idea about the tracking or recording
device, but that didn't mean she didn't have a
woman's intuition that something wasn't right.. She
glanced towards him. "Why wouldn't she say what it
"My mother is
not a comlink person..." Marcus said, his voice
sounding distracted as he was more focused on the
navigation computer than her. He shook his head, not
happy with the results as he observed they had a
great distant to travail. "Don't suppose I can drop
you off while I do this?" he asked slowly, not sure
if introducing her to his parents was the right move
at this point.
A slender brow
rose when he said that, and she couldn't tell if he
was being serious or not. Her arms crossed over her
chest then, and she glared at him for a moment.
"That ashamed of me?" She still had not told him
what happened while he was out, but...she also
stopped giving him the cold shoulder...it just made
her tougher if anything.
"I am not
ashamed of you, Sophia," Marc explained as he
programmed the navigation computer to download the
coordinates for the Alderaan system. He had not been
home since his brother's wedding and he avoided
spending extended periods with his family, who
considered him something of a misfit and a failure.
"They are ... difficult people," he tried to explain
as he watched the progress of the download, not yet
giving her eye contact.
"Huh, and here
I thought everyone's parents were just peachy." She
reached out for her case then, pulling out one of
those much needed white sticks in a situation like
this. Pinching it just so lightly between her lips,
glancing around for her lighter before she sighed
and flicked it with her thumb, taking in a deep
breath, then slowly letting it out.
Marc was still
trying to get used to the idea of Sophia being a
smoker and coughed slightly at her first inhale.
Once the computer beeped he felt the ship lurch as
it adjusted it's hyperspace course. "Well. We're on
our way..." he said nervously, more to himself than
to her. His mind raced with the possible reasons his
mother may have summoned him, but he was more
concerned with how Sophia's introduction might go.
"I still think
this is a bad idea." She glanced over to him,
watching him for a moment before she reached her
hand up and plucked that white stick from her lips
and gave it a flick of her thumb, though kindly in a
little bin. "I've got a bad feeling about this, and
it's not just because of your parents..."
will be in and out," Marcus said in an optimistic
tone, though he knew in the back of his mind that
they would not be. He sighed, letting his hands move
off the controls as the auto-pilot locked in. He
turned to look at her, trying his best to smile.
"What else worries you?" he asked as he studied her
features, now partially obscured in a cloud of
seemed to have trouble picking up a habit she had
never begun in the first place. She licked her lips
before she leaned back, waiting before slipping the
butt of the stick between soft lips and inhaling,
then letting out a soft curl of smoke before pulling
the stick away. "Those witches let us leave too
"I am sure
they are not quite finished with us," Marcus
commented as he agreed with her statement. He had
yet to find out what they had done to corrupt the
beautiful young woman, but he knew better than to
push her to find out. He swallowed again, his eyes
looking towards the navigation computer ... home
looked so far away.
"Why are you
so nervous?" She stood, flicking the end of the
butt, then slipping the tip back between her lips
letting it dangle lightly as she moved to the back
of the ship, she had been wearing her armor, but now
she was slowly shedding of it, if they had a long
trip...something baggy seemed more comfortable.
the straps that were securing him to the pilot's
seat and he moved to follow her the short distance
to the rear of the ship. He waved his hand in front
of his face, brushing aside the cloud of smoke that
now seemed to follow her wherever she went. His
attention was quickly diverted to the bar where he
fixed himself a quick drink, for the moment ignoring
her change of clothing.
into the familiar grey tank and grey sweats. Letting
the armor just pile up on the ground. She sat on her
cot then leaned back. "You seem more on edge. It's
not like you're telling them we're getting married.
You don't even have to explain who I am... " She
sighed, reached up and clamped her fingers over the
stick then pulled it slowly from her lips, letting
her tongue follow across soft tiers before she
shrugged. "Tell them I'm a slave or something."
illegal in the Alderaan system," Marc idly commented
as he threw her a wink. "Besides. They never would
believe it..." he told her, lowering his head
slightly as he shook his head at her. "We need to
buy you some clothes to wear..." he said
frantically, remembering the level of ostentation
that was required when visiting his family home.
She sighed and
shook her head. "Do they not know what you are? What
you do?" A slender brow rose. Her eyes left him and
she kept them on the white stick she now rolled
between her fingers, back and forth to keep up with
thought. "Just tell them you are giving me a ride,
if you really are that ashamed.." She grinned,
looking back up to him.
nothing," Marc quickly explained as his eyes flashed
quickly to look at her. She was beautiful, but
certainly needed some 'refinement' if she were able
to fit in among Alderaanian high society. "They
think I am 'sightseeing'," he explained with a soft
laugh and a quick grin. He could never say it with a
straight face no matter how hard he practiced.
She took in a deep breath then let it out before she
reached out and smashed the stick against the wall.
She seemed to frown lightly, her lips poking out in
the softest of pouts as she watched his face. "I'm
going to have to be good again, aren't I?" A slender
brow rose, she liked having fun, pushing people's
buttons and what not.
Marc said as she watched her deface the bulkhead of
his transport with her cigarra. He shook his head at
her as he settled back on his cot. "I will introduce
you as my girlfriend..." he said quietly, the words
surprising even himself as he lay his head back
against his pillow, staring up at the cold, dark
as she got up and moved to sit on his cot, well
barely sit on it, licking her lips slowly she looked
down to him. "I won't disappoint you." She reached
up, resting her hand on his thigh before she
shrugged lightly. "I'll be whatever you want me to
be, to make them happy."
"I do not want
you to be anything but you," Marc said as his hand
moved to wrap around her back, pulling her into him.
His face moved towards her, pressing a soft kiss
upon her cheek. He believed meeting his family would
be more difficult than any bounty hunt.
"And yet you
want me to be good? You can only have it one way
Marc..." She smiled lightly then, sliding until she
could curl into his body, biting her lower lip with
"You are very
good," Marc pointed out with a slight chuckle, his
eyes beginning to drift closed as the transport
continued its way through hyperspace. They would be
coming up on the Alderaan system soon, and there
would be no time to rest then.
about that," she snuggled up close to him. Sophia
still had nightmares about what happened on her home
planet, but getting lost in his arms, in his warmth
seemed a perfect way to escape it. She took in a
deep breath and slowly let it out, kissing his cheek
Herder emerged from hyperspace in the Alderaan
system, causing a loud alarm to sound throughout the
entire ship. Marc was laying on his cot in the back
of his ship, one arm wrapped around Sophia when he
heard the noise. He had not slept since he received
transmission from his mother and therefore was not
awoken when the alarm went off. His eyes opened and
he released a tired, uncomfortable sigh as he peeled
her body off his. "Time to get up sweetheart," he
said in a tired, grizzled voice as he staggered
towards the cockpit without getting dressed. He sat
down in the pilot's seat and gripped the controls
and began maneuvering the transport towards the
nearby planet Delaya.
sighed and groaned, she was in a bad mood waking up
from the alarm. She slept just fine after the
transmission it didn't seem to bother her just yet.
She licked her lips and slowly sat up before she
would stretch, then stand and move slowly towards
the co-pilot's chair. Biting her lower lip a moment
she glanced to him, narrowed eyes giving away her
bad mood. "I ran out of cigarras yesterday..."
Marc looked at
her nervously, knowing how people could get when
they did not have their fix. "...we'll pick some up
in the spaceport," he informed her as the planet
Delaya grew larger in the world. It looked to be a
vibrant world with deep blue oceans and green
continents clearly visible, it had been his home
since birth but he rarely visited these days. There
was too much risk involved. "We'll also get you some
clothes..." he added nervously as the Nerf Herder
entered the atmosphere and began speeding towards
"I don't need
any clothes." She narrowed her eyes, already in a
grumpy mood, without those cancer sticks to suck on
she was in an even worse mood. She glared at him
before she put her seatbelt on and relaxed back in
her chair as she looked out the window before them.
She enjoyed the view though, of his home planet.
Watching as it grew larger and larger.
wear your armor to meet my parents..." Marc said
nervously, his hand slipping from the controls and
nearly sending the transport hurdling out of
control. "Woah..." he gasped as he suddenly regained
the control and managed a more controlled descent
towards the planet's major city. "We need to get you
a dress..." he admitted nervously, his face turning
away from hers in fear of reprisal.
Her eyes were wide. She glared at him, watching him.
She licked her lips slowly then her fist banged into
the console lightly "I refuse to wear a dress, Marc!
That's ridiculous, I am not here to impress them I
am here to find out what's going on!" She grumbled,
she was simply waiting for her sticks, she would be
more negotiable then.
formal..." Marc said nervously, his cheeks flushing
red as he entered a state of near-panic she had not
previously observed. By now the transport had
reached the docking bay, and he carefully maneuvered
the ship above their assigned docking bay. He turned
to look at her, the ship rocking back and forth as
he barely managed the controls. There was a loud
crash as they finally settled down, the entire ship
rattling. She had flustered him and it had nearly
it! Watch where the hell you're flying!" .She threw
off her seat belt, stood up, moved towards the hatch
and slammed her hand down on the button to lower the
hatch. Stepping down the steps slowly. She did not
know where she was going in this place so she waited
for him on the dock, crossing her arms over her
Marc sat there
for a while and unleashed a deep breath before he
unstrapped himself as well. He moved to the back of
the ship and threw on a pair of slacks and hurried
down the ramp after her. "Sophia..." he called out,
moving quickly to be with her. The moment they were
on the planet people began to stare at him. There
were whispers and people would smile politely and
nod. He did his best to be polite exchanging glances
and returning nods. He was home and it sickened him.
turned to face him. Watching him for a moment, then
glanced towards the people they were slowly passing.
She took in a deep breath and sighed. "Fine, take me
to a damned shop, but I am picking out what I am
wearing. In the meantime..." a smirk curled to her
lips then, "...you can get me some sticks, ok?" A
slender brow rose as she looked up to him.
said as he extended his arm to her. "Follow me," he
said, guiding her out of the spaceport and towards
one of the local street vendors. He shifted
nervously, having never actually purchased them
before. "Pack of cigarras," he announced calmly,
flashing a look up to the vendor. He then reached
into his pocket to pull out a credit chip.
charge, Milord," the shopkeeper nervously responded
as he tossed the pack of cigarras towards the
nobleman. He did his best to smile, a profound
desire to impress the man overwhelming him.
Marc said to the vendor as he turned his attention
towards Sophia. He handed her the pack quickly and
began walking towards the merchant district. "Wasn't
so hard..." he pointed out with a smile as he took a
moment to get his bearings. It had been quite
sometime since he had been to Islip and was not sure
if he was headed in the right direction.
took the pack, slid out her case and began placing
the cigarras into the case, before she pulled one
free, pressed it lightly between her lips, flicking
her lighter with her thumb, closing her eyes and
taking in a deep breath then slowly letting it out
with a poof os smoke and a sigh. She began to follow
him, keeping the stick between soft lips to dangle
lightly. "That man, just gave these to you for free,
he was terrified of you. What the hell are you here?
"My father is
something here. I am just his son..." Marc explained
as he headed down one of the major streets towards a
shop he was vaguely familiar with. As they walked a
speeder stopped and someone got out, immediately
snapping several holographic images of them. Marc
groaned, covering his face as he moved faster down
the street towards their destination.
"I'll just bet
you are..." She blinked when a speeder stopped and
cursing under her breath she was quick to want to
reach for her gun, but she did not Whenever her eyes
laid eyes on their destination her hand reached for
his and she ran for it taking him with her before
slipping inside. Her eyes were fired up with anger
as she glared to him. "Remind me when we're done
with this...to kill you for it."
stepped inside of the boutique, the shop keeper ran
from the counter and began to bow before the
nobleman, viewing this as an excellent chance to
make a profit. "It is a pleasure to serve you again,
Milord," the shopkeeper said as he looked from the
man to the woman. "And what a beautiful young woman
we have here," he commented as he reached out for
her hand and attempted to kiss it. "What may I do
for you today?" he asked excitedly as he ushered
them into his store.
her hand away only to pull a gun on instinct and
point it towards the man. She was from the low end
of the spectrum while Marc here was from the high
and mighty. So that close, someone trying to grab at
her meant a bad thing, her eyes narrowed, her other
hand reached up and slowly pulled the stick from
between her lips. "Try that again, and I'll phase
your brains out." She shook her head then slowly
slipped the gun back and left glaring eyes towards
Marc, just waiting.
woah," Marc said as she stepped between the two of
them, presenting his back to Sophia's blaster. "I'm
sorry," he said apologetically to the merchant as he
reached his arm around the man's shoulder. "I need a
suit and the lady needs a dress," he explained as
his eyes turned towards Sophia, offering a polite
smile and nod.
"Yes...yes...of course," the shopkeeper said
nervously as he looked toward Sohpia's weapon. He
had never a blaster pulled on him before, but for
Marc's credits he would gladly tolerate such a
thing. He glided across the shop towards a series of
mannequins that had lovely dresses on them of all
designs and colors. Some would seem to cost more
than their ship. "Are you looking for anything
special, my dear?" he asked the woman as he began
pulling a light blue dress of the rack.
him with narrowed eyes now. The shopkeeper was
suddenly on her hate list. "How would I know? I've
never worn a dress before." A slender brow rose,
then she shrugged lightly. She didn't even know to
look at the prices, hell she didn't know a damned
thing about dresses in the first place. She glanced
towards Marc then stepped closer to the shopkeeper.
"The hell are you grabbing for me?"
did his best to avoid being turned off by Sophia's
lack of class. Instead, he pulled a dark purple,
velveteen dress off the rack and moved towards her.
He tilted his head, his eyes running over her body
approvingly. "Hmm," he murmured as his eyes moved
back up to her face. "Yes. Yes I believe this will
fit..." he commented as he extended towards her. His
eyes moved towards the changing room nearby.
She did not say his name out loud, out of
habit...but her voice did not sound happy. She
glanced towards him then took in a deep breath and
slowly let it out with a sigh shaking her head.
Licking her lips slowly she moved towards the
changing room, slipping inside she turned to face
the shopkeeper and the dresses. "I'm going to hate
this aren't I?"
"You are going
to look great, Sophia," Marc said as he offered a
genuine smile. By now he was on the opposite side of
the story trying on a suit that he thought would
make a good impression on his parents. He saw them
so seldom and he wanted them not to fear for his
wellbeing. Content with his attire, he moved to
check on her progress.
forever, grumbling, cursing. But soon she stumbled
out wearing the light blue dress first. It hugged
her form, dipped low to accentuate her breasts, and
her hair fell just right around her face. She looked
like a completely different person. Despite being
angry...she was nervous wearing a dress.
fantastic," Marc said as he reached out to her,
offering up a pair of matching shoes and a small
purse. He smiled from ear-to-ear as he paid for his
suit and her dress and accessories. It was a sizable
sum, but worth it as he wanted desperately to make a
good impression with his family. After all, he had
never brought a woman home before.
the shoes on, slipping her case in the little purse
and began to follow him, her attitude trying to
shape up. She bit her lower lip and began moving
slowly making sure she didn't stumble as she
followed him. "Marc...I feel like a fool wearing
this..." One thing she had not mentioned that she
kept a blaster strapped to her inner thigh.
anything but a fool," Marc said to her as he turned
to look over their shoulder. As he stepped out into
the street a luxury speeder presented itself and
Marc spoke to the driver. A moment later, the door
was opened and he slipped inside, motioning for
Sophia to follow. He cleared his throat nervously,
his mouth dry as the nerves began to overtake him.
inside gracefully. Licking her lips slowly before
she watched him get in and once the door was shut
her hand was on his inner thigh, squeezing and
sliding slowly up and down his thigh, hoping to
distract him. "Marc, calm down. The more nervous you
are the worse it's going to get, please...just calm
breathing uncomfortable and there were small drops
of sweat forming on his forehead. The speeder
accelerated through the city and soon they would
find themselves in the open terrain of Delaya,
heading towards his family's ancestral estate. The
closer they got, the more rapid his heart seemed to
be beating. "I am sorry, Sophia..." he said to her
as he struggled to regain his composure. This would
not be an easy visit and he still was not sure what
the problem that had brought him here was.
She reached up
then, her fingers slowly caressing his cheek as she
turned him towards her, then her lips pressed to
him. She kissed him, deep, hot, and passionate.
Enough to slow his heart rate for now. Slow it
enough so he could calm himself down. She reached up
with her other hand fingers tracing within his hair
to keep him kissing her.
into her kiss, moving his arm around her to hold her
against him. It soothed him as she pressed his lips
to his, but he could still taste the unusual smoky
flavor on her lips. Soon the speeder arrived at the
ancient castle, moving past the gate house as it
began accelerate up the mountain. In the distance
the castle could be seen, looming over the
surrounding countryside. It had stood there for
nearly a thousand years and was home to every member
of his family since they had gained control over
this planet. It was a burn that proved too much to
him, causing him to flee and take on the mantle of
the nerf herder.
She would kiss
him until the speeder would stop. Then her lips
slowly pulled away, her voice was soft, yet heavy
and full of lusty things. "I love you Marc, don't
worry we'll both get through this." She smiled
sweetly and moved to press her lips to his cheek
gently then slowly seemed to sit back and her eyes
found the...castle. She'd pictured a mansion...not a
castle. "Oh wow..."
opened the door of the speeder and Marc was the
first to exit. Once he was out, he offered his arm
to assist her. He tried to force a smile on his
lips, the sweet smell of the Delaya countryside
permeating through his lips. He had spent his
boyhood here, but he had grown up and moved beyond
it. "Welcome to my home..." he said to Sophia with a
small smile on his lips, trying to keep a straight
out of the speeder, her arm looped in his. She smile
brightly, her smile was sweet and real. Once she had
gotten out of the speeder she seemed like the
perfect image of a lady. She looked up to him then.
"It looks absolutely beautiful Marc.." She moved her
other hand to rest on his arm as she followed his
lead to his home.
marry me and move in, you know..." Marc said as he
offered her a quick smile. Before the woman could
arrive servants opened the large doors that gave
them a view into the expansive entry room of the
castle. There were paintings, sculptures, and
tapestries dating back nearly a millennia. As he
stepped inside he took a moment to look around, his
eyes catching the staircase. He remembered fondly
riding down the railing with his brother, but that
felt like another lifetime. He waited patiently, not
knowing who from his family would greet them.
voice was soft when he said that. It was not the
moving in with him, hell it was not living in this
place, it was the first part. But she would have to
bug him about that later. She looked towards the
servants, biting her lower lip for a moment before
she looked back towards marc. Her arms around his
arm holding a little bit tighter. She wasn't use to
places like these...servants and what not.
A regal woman
who appeared to be in her mid-seventies descended
the staircase. She wore a light green dress that did
much to conceal her wrinkled and ancient body that
had long ago lost its luster. She looked tired, but
seemed to brighten when she saw Marcus standing
there. Hurrying the rest of the way, perhaps a bit
too fast for a woman her age, she reached out and
wrapped Marc in a firm hug. She was Livia Rodney,
Duchess of Delaya, but to Marc she was simply 'mom'.
Marc let out a
soft sigh as his mother embraced his, his arms
moving around her frail body as he offered a soft
pat on her upper back. He pulled his head back
slightly and smiled at her. "You look well, mother,"
he said genuinely as he looked her over. He still
was not sure why he had been brought home, but given
the bags beneath her eyes he could tell it was
back, but she stood with her back straight, looking
very much a lady and waiting to be introduced. Once
the seriousness of how nervous Marc was hit
her...she realized how much she needed to keep
acting proper. She simply primped her hair lightly
while she waited, though her eyes never left them,
watching their hug...something about it...made her
slightly miss her...own family.
"And who is
this lovely young woman?" Livia asked as she looked
past her youngest son and smiled politely towards
Sophia. She took a step towards the right, pushing
her son away from her. She had never before seen a
woman with her son before, and it was a pleasant
surprise. One that brought a smile to the old